“To me, clothing is a form of self-expression – there are hints about who you are in what you wear.”

This morning I got up early to go to the bathroom. My back and hand didn’t hurt, an unusual occurrence, so my first thought was maybe I’m dead. I went and looked. Nope, no dead body in my bed so I hadn’t left my corporeal remains behind though needing to go to the bathroom should have been hint enough. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn’t. I heard a loud buzzing and immediately thought it was either a giant insect or an electric saw. Reluctantly I went with the saw. Having no cream and bread meant no coffee and toast so I decided to go to Dunkin Donuts. I grabbed the leash and figured I’d try to take Henry. He saw the leash though I did attempt to hide it, and he took off outside. He is a fraidy cat ( I do love the juxtaposition in this metaphor) when it comes so many things, but I won’t give up easily.

Last night it rained. I thought at first it was Mother Nature’s tears as the Sox lost yesterday but it was just rain. That made me glad I hadn’t washed away the muddy dog paws. It rained again early this morning so there are even more muddy prints. They’ll stay until the sun shines.

No movie night again tonight because it will be cold and damp and sitting outside dressed in woolies seems a bit much.

I’m not big into fashion. My wardrobe never reflects the current fads. Not a single blouse or shirt has holes in the shoulders. My idea of fashion is clothes which are eternal.

I hate the skinny suits men are wearing. They always look as if they stole their younger, smaller brother’s clothes.

I still have a pair of saddle shoes which I may wear this winter. Getting away with almost anything sartorial is a privilege granted to those of a certain age, an older age. Maybe I ought to bring high tops back as well.

Once I rode in a hot air balloon. It was spectacular. There were three balloons in the air at the same time. People still in their pajamas and robes raced outside to see us. Pigs scattered left and right when we floated over a pig farm. The bright colors of our balloon were reflected in small ponds below us. That is one of the most memorable rides ever and up there with the camel ride in the Sahara.

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6 Comments on ““To me, clothing is a form of self-expression – there are hints about who you are in what you wear.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I agree on the skinny suits! It just looks stupid and Why on earth do they want to wear too small clothes?? So stupid!

    It has rained a lot since yesterday evening and all the vegetation look green and happy again, well except for those who actually died during this dry and hot summer. Unfortunately the rain also brought a new generation of forest flies with it, thankfully not biting flies but oh so annoying 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      They do look super and silly. None of them seem to fit right, especially the jackets.

      We have had rain threefold times over the last few days. I was glad we finally got some, but it left us cloudy and damp. The Boston had rain, we had sun.Now Boston has sun, and we have rain..

      Have a great day!

  2. Bob Says:

    Fashion repeates itself. We wore slim suits in the 60s with narrow lapels and skinny ties with tie clips. Personally, I like the traditional look of men’s cloths in the style from Brooks Brothers. A suit in that style looks good forever. Now I only have one white dress shirt, a black blazer and I refuse to wear a tie under any circumstances. That’s my funeral, wedding and Bar Mitvah outfit. Hopefully, not too many funerals.

    I’ve never been in a hot air ballon but I understand it’s very quiet and peaceful. Passengers can talk to people on the ground and there’s no breeze because a ballon moves with the wind. You can’t steer it only control it’s altitude. I have ridden in the Goodyear blimp many years ago. It’s steerable but only goes a maximum speed of 60 MPH. I thought about gliders as a hobby but I don’t like the idea that every landing is a forced landing. 🙂

    The rain ended with a sprinkling this morning and the sun is back out but with lower humidity and lower temperature. A high of only 95 degrees.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I can’t imagine the skinny suits in the 60’s were even close to today’s skinny suits.The suit jacket arms now are all bulging as they are so small and the jackets barely button. I agree with you and the men’s styles like Brooks Brothers. That is just such a classic style.

      They do sometimes turn on the gas jet to keep the balloon afloat. It makes a wonderful sound when on. I heard the wind blowing as the balloon floated in the breeze. It is an amazing ride. I also loved my ride in a glider. The plane dragged us up and I pulled the lever to free us. We turned a few times but mostly we just flew through the air. We landed gently.

      It is a bit chilly being only in the high 60’s but the dampness makes it feel colder,

  3. Birgit Says:

    I haven’t noticed skinny suits yet but that’s probably my fault, I just don’t care what other people wear. What I sometimes notice is that people look young (clothes and hair) from behind and when they turn around you look into an old face. That’s kind of odd.
    When it was hot I cut off the legs of old jeans to have another pair of shorts. Today I thought about dumping the legs and spontaneously sewed a skirt out of them. Probably not fashionable but okay for me.
    I still remember my one and only balloon ride and I loved it. The balloonist had forgotten his map so he yelled downwards and asked people on the street where we were.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Try not to notice. I think they just look small not stylish. I’m not sure it’s all that odd. I figure the back makes the front a guess not a certainty.

      I never did make cut off legs anything. I never thought of doing that.I think that fashion is so very personable now more than ever. There are some styles the well-heeled wear but not the rest of us. We just wear what’s comfortable.

      Our balloonist never got close enough for yelling. He just let the wind take him and we landed on a field.


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